The world seemed to stand still for a moment as the first snowflakes fell to the ground. Simon and you had just completed a long mission and were now waiting in an abandoned cabin for the storm to pass. There was an uncharacteristic silence between you; normally there was always a tense, professional silence. But now there was something different, something soft. You watched a snowflake melt on Simon's glove and he raised his head as if he was thinking the same thing as you. "First snow" he said quietly, almost reverently. It felt like a promise that even in the darkness beauty could exist.